Lindy watched the two most important males in her life from Michael’s bedroom door.

Whenever Paul was home, Lindy usually wore comfortable pajamas to bed. Tonight, however, she was dressed in a black lace gown she had purchased the week before from a high-end department store, and her waist-length hair was free of its usual ponytail holder. Although she had entered into a pact with Paul to be celibate, she still wanted to be noticed as a woman, not just as a wife. But standing before him now, she was deeply embarrassed, feeling she had betrayed him by wearing something so sexy and revealing.

She walked over to Paul and embraced him warmly. He kissed her quickly on the lips and felt the heat in his body surge. The gown had not gone unnoticed. Part of him wanted to grab her and make love to her. Resting his hand lightly on the curve of her lower back, Paul leaned
down and kissed her again. Afraid of losing his internal battle against temptation of the flesh, he quickly removed his hand.

“I’m so happy you’re home. We both missed you so much,” she said, gazing into his eyes.

“I missed you too.” Seeking to redirect his eyes from Lindy’s body and his mind from impure thoughts of sex, he focused on Michael.

“There’s so much to tell you,” she said, moving closer to him.

“I’ll go unpack and wait for you upstairs while you get Michael into bed.” Paul grabbed his suitcase and hurried up the steps.

Paul waited for her in the sitting room between their two bedrooms. For the sake of prying eyes, they maintained the appearance of sharing the same room. The truth is that they always slept separately, so as not to tempt fate.

When she entered the room an hour later, Paul pretended not to notice she had changed into something more modest: a long-sleeved, white cotton gown that covered her from neck to ankles. But he could still sense the tension between the two of them. Lindy sat on the sofa
and set her big violet eyes on him relaxing in his favorite recliner.

He looked away uneasily. She looked and smelled of sex.

When Paul finally returned Lindy’s gaze, he could no longer contain the urge within. Feeling as though he was going to explode at any moment, he got up and took a seat next to Lindy on the small sofa, so close their legs were touching. Paul moved a few strands of her hair
away from her face.

Take me, I’m yours. I want you, her eyes called out to him.

He could feel her hand on his leg, hot and enticing. Desiring to cup her breast, Paul began undoing the buttons on her gown. What was happening to me? he thought.

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” a small voice cried out from downstairs.

Breaking away from Paul’s embrace, Lindy ran down to Michael’s room to comfort him.